This season’s voice says
Mankind can’t go out So, thinking of prongs, that protrude from spheres, stops the weariness
Imperfect prongs in an airbrushed image Coronavirus Made to look pretty Almost wonderful Mankind is fragile It’s obvious now
The madness takes hold
There are no seats left at safety’s table Death’s emptiness grows then strangles our hearts Suspicion defeats well-formed defiance Rapunzel spirits then suddenly wake
Because we need hope All is remembered Prongs, feelings and hurt can’t overcome God He rescues mankind Fear is sure to die See His will survive
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